Again and again.
Tendons stretched and strangled.
Face poured flesh from head.
mother falling out of dead.
Blue faced efforts that fail to reveal the color of her shadow.
My sense caught in a stone's throw and cleaner slates that keep track of all the baggage I tow.
Scrape wisdom of the tomb.
A mourning lost to secrets I'll never erase.
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